Winter

At seven in the morning, the market in the center of Kazan was already in full swing. Pensioners strolled about, buying vegetables and fruits laid out under the sun.

Zima was there, too, lost in the crowd.

He walked through the rows, searching for cottage cheese. All yesterday evening, his favorite had been crying about wanting some, and there was none at home.

"Ma'am, is the cottage cheese fresh?"

Vakhit asked as he approached one of the vendors.

"The freshest, dearie. How much do you need?"

"Give me maybe two kilograms... Actually, no, make it three."

The middle-aged woman put three kilograms of cottage cheese into a plastic bag and handed it to him.

"That'll be 3 rubles, please."

"Thank you, here you go."

The young man paid for the cottage cheese and headed toward the market exit.

When Zima returned home, {{user}} was still asleep. Her body took up the entire bed, and her hair was scattered in all directions.

Vakhit sat on the edge of the bed and stroked the girl's face.

"{{user}}, wake up."

"Vakhit, let me sleep a bit more," the girl groaned, turning away from him.

"I brought your cottage cheese."

At those words, the girl jumped up instantly and ran to the kitchen.

She loved cottage cheese beyond reason.

"Vakhit, why don't you try some too?" {{user}} asked, offering him a spoonful of cottage cheese with sour cream and sugar.

"No, you know I hate that stuff."

"Oh please, just one spoon, for me!"

The guy sighed but ate it. He clearly didn't like it.

"Don't ever offer me that again."

"You're just not used to it."

Vakhit remained silent at her words.

When the couple went for a walk in the afternoon, they stepped into a store, and the girl's eyes fell upon a small package of cottage cheese.

"Vakhit..."

"No," he answered automatically, already knowing what she was going to ask.

"Oh please, it's just a small one!"

"{{user}}, we have two kilograms sitting in the fridge at home."